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Solomon is like a raging storm in the military camp, releasing his anger and power indiscriminately. The explosive sound of the holy hammer echoes in the night sky, like thunder, each strike carrying the determination to destroy everything. The soldiers are as fragile as lambs in the face of his anger, and even those who try to escape Solomon cannot escape the fate of merciless blows.
Only the flames of revenge remain in Solomon's eyes, every step he takes treading on the shadows of fear and death. Once a guardian knight, he has now become the grim reaper in the camp, his madness making the already chaotic camp even more uncontrollable. Tents are destroyed, supplies are Ruin ed, and even the Sergeant who tries to intervene falls instantly under the power of the holy hammer.
The fire flickered in chaos, screams and wails mixed with the sound of explosions, weaving a lament of war. Solomon left nothing unscathed wherever he went, his heart no longer held the glory of a warrior or the sanctity of a guardian knight, only endless anger and a thirst for revenge. The soldiers in the camp were shaken in this sudden internal turmoil, not knowing what to do, only trying to avoid the violent attacks of the once respected guardian knight.
In the center of the camp, Palladio stood quietly, his gaze piercing through the fire and thick smoke of the night, fixed on the stormy figure of Solomon. This chaos, like an uncontrolled symphony, every swing of Solomon's holy hammer played the invisible melody of war. Although Palladio felt a strange excitement for this sudden chaos, he also knew that if this uncontrolled destructive force continued to spread, it would ultimately erode the core of the camp, threatening the cohesion of the overall combat power. Therefore, he had to make a choice; he needed a force to calm it all down.
Ruin This is a mage who always seems to be shrouded in shadows, making it difficult to read any emotional fluctuations from him. However, as he steps forward slowly, each step seems to silently declare the impending end of this chaos. His presence is like that of a silent watcher in the dark night, quietly observing the wavering of every soul.
As Ruin approaches Solomon, the entire camp seems to have been paused. The soldiers' movements freeze, and all eyes focus on these two figures - one, a warrior seeking a way out in the chaos, and the other, a mage controlling fate. Solomon's eyes flicker with angry flames, his hatred towards Ruin almost igniting the surrounding air. Pulled back from the brink of death, one would expect gratitude for the recovery of life, but for Solomon, it feels more like a curse. His current appearance not only strips him of the honor of a guardian knight, but also turns him into an outcast in the eyes of the people. The mastermind behind all of this is the indifferent mage standing before him.
Solomon roared with anger, and the holy hammer descended from the sky like a meteor, carrying the power to destroy everything, heading straight for Ruin. However, the mysterious mage just smiled lightly, and in front of him, a dark red magic wall suddenly condensed, as solid as a rock, easily blocking the attack. The surface of the magic wall emitted a gloomy light, like a mirror, reflecting Solomon's angry face.
This scene seemed to be telling Solomon that his power was futile in the face of Ruin. Ruin's gaze was indifferent, as if examining a trapped animal. A mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he responded coldly, " Solomon, your anger only makes you weaker. You should be grateful for the second chance I've given you at life, instead of venting useless rage here."
Solomon, listening to the words of Ruin, felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation. His fists clenched, his body trembling, yet he felt helpless. The power of Ruin made him deeply realize his own powerlessness, but this anger and humiliation also became a new spark in his heart, prompting him to swear that he must find a way to break free from this control and regain his dignity.
In the chaotic and dusty military camp, Solomon's heart burned with unwillingness and anger. He refused to succumb to Ruin's control. Suddenly, a golden light burst from Solomon, activating the Sky Lock skill, like a golden serpent swiftly entwining towards Ruin. A hint of surprise flashed in Ruin's eyes, a counterattack he had never anticipated.
Solomon seized the opportunity of this moment, his figure leaping out like a gust of wind, filled with anger and determination. The holy hammer in his hand drew a beautiful arc in the air, gathering all his strength and fury, and swung directly towards Ruin's head. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, the silver-white trail left by the holy hammer in the air was like the light of judgment, foreshadowing the impending fatal blow.
Ruin, the always calm and mysterious mage, finally showed a hint of change in his expression in the face of the sudden crisis. Just as Solomon's holy hammer was about to strike, delivering a fatal blow to Ruin, suddenly, the ground of the camp began to tremble, and a huge crack opened up. From the crack, a massive, dark red Devil's hand slowly rose, its palm as wide as a small house, and it suddenly grabbed Solomon who was in mid-air, filled with anger and attacking. Solomon was instantly fixed in mid-air, as if time stood still at that moment. His body was firmly held by the Devil's hand, and no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free from the iron grip.
Ruin was surrounded by the skill Sky Lock, but a smug smirk appeared on his face. Everything was within his expectations as a deep dark energy began to swirl around his body, seemingly connected to the Devil's hand. Ruin's eyes were cold as he looked disdainfully at the struggling Solomon, as if to say that even the guardian knight of Supreme Education was just a pawn on his chessboard.
Solomon's roars and struggles within the giant hand seemed so feeble, his eyes filled with anger and resentment, but also tinged with a deep sense of despair. This scene was undoubtedly soul-shaking for the soldiers watching. A hero guardian knight now appeared so fragile in front of a mage and a Devil's hand, changing their views on power and faith.
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